paroles de chanson Block Boy 2.0 - Asaad , King Louie

Saudi, yeah, yeah
Fendi, louis, true-y, gooey
Milo Feragammo
Still polo, polo
And I fuck with the Azano's
Catching bodies ev'ry day and bodies ev'ry night
Cause I'm young and living life
And your head got a price (Uh)
'Preme nigga this the murder block
Exterminatin', we murder cops
Hunting niggas on speed dial
My shooters, they got shooters
Real niggas, we don't fuck with rats
Thrill niggas, where the fuck you at?
Blowing it down like a lumberjuck
And you niggas some losers
Trappin' trappin' trappin'
I ain't had no sleep
Fuckin' geek
I had traffic traffic traffic all week
Said had a 40 under this Gucci belt
10 racks, all hunnids
Hit 'em for the growing rate
Cause all my niggas one hunnid
30 30s on the north side
Pull up on em let the door slide
Aimin' like i got four rides
Treating niggas like they young boys
Stupid niggas under fools gold
Fuck I care about a crack head
Run a nigga while in a swimming pool
Now, I don't fuck around with swimming pool clothes
44 got a red nose
Uvex when I pulled up and I popped out
And I hopped out, lookin' fresh
Balmain leather sweats
Still fuckin' bitches in the jets
To impress
You say I ain't getting money
Nigga ain't correct
Ten thousand dolla' check
And I'ma spend it on your neck

Yeah, I'm a block boy (Trap, Trap, Trap)

I just bought of pair red shoes
Got a pocket full of dead dudes
I put money on em, call it dead news
Niggas foo foo and a pair of Choos
I'm riding dirty with a pair of twos
You wit' yo' nigga, y'all a pair of bitches
Had a couple of choppers, no helicoptors
Leavin' DOA, no need for doctors
Stayin' for a block, then peep the block up
See I'm on this block
And that's where he got shot up (True though!)
Go an' get your bitch, so she can eat some cock up
All this ice on her, someone be more watchful
Can't be too flashy, cause them people watching
I ain't wanna talk, these niggas talk of bitches
Eat a dick, they be no talking
On GP, this shit happen often
'Till i met a coffin, I smoking laurel
While I'm getting money
Bitches fuck the homies
Trying to get up on me
Speedin' in that straight
They can pull up on me
My name is Louie, but they call me Tony
Bitch with us, taking cock
Making blocks, taking blocks, hit the cops
Kill a snitch
That's it (That's it)